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There are two rooms in the shop.
One is for Xu Wenjun and Zhong Ping to live in, and the other is for the landlady herself. The two rooms are right next to each other, and without even pressing an ear to the wall, you can hear the sounds from next door.
After all, the landlady was in her thirties, the age when a woman is like a tiger in heat. Plus, having done that kind of business before and then going a long time without touching a man, she naturally could only use her hand, or a cucumber, or a sausage... to take care of herself.
The sound of the rain outside was pouring, and the plaintive voices of the young widow next door kept coming into Xu Wenjun and Zhong Ping's room... Finally, the two guys hiding under the covers and masturbating couldn't hold back anymore...
After listening to the three of them adding details to their story, Chen Hao's expression grew even weirder.
